Presently he set the keg and the tarpaulin-ball on the ground, not to
rest his shoulders, but in order to sink on his knees beside the
crevice. He put his face down over it, listening, peering, but making
no discovery. Then he unwound the lariat from about his waist, tied it
to the rope that had been a halter, and having fastened a stone to one
end, lowered it into the black space. The length of the lariat slipped
through his fingers and the rope was following when suddenly the rock
found lodgment at the bottom. On making this discovery he drew up the
lariat, opened the cloth containing the food, and began to eat rapidly
and with evident excitement. He did not fail to watch on all sides as
he enjoyed his long delayed meal, and while he ate and thus watched, he
thought rapidly. When the first cravings of appetite were partly
satisfied, he left his baker's bread and bacon on a stone, tied up the
rest of the food in its cloth, rolled this in the tarpaulin, and
lowered it by means of the lariat into the crevice. Then, having tied
the end of the rope to the gun-barrel, he placed the gun across the
crevice and swung himself down into the gloom.
The walls of the crevice were so close together that he was able to
steady his knees against them, but as he neared the bottom they widened
perceptibly. His first act on setting foot to the stone flooring was
to open the tarpaulin, draw forth a candle and a box of matches, and
strike a light. The chamber of granite in which he stood was indeed
narrow, but full of interest and romance. The floor was about the same
width in all its length, wide enough for Willock, tall as he was, to
stretch across the passage. It extended perhaps a hundred feet into
the heart of the rock, showing the same smooth walls on either side.
The ceiling, however, was varied, as the outward examination had
promised. Overhead the stars were seen at ease through the two feet of
space at the top; but as he carried his candle forward, this opening
decreased, to be succeeded presently by a roof, at first of jumbled
stones crushed together by outward weight, then of a smooth red surface
extending to the end.
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